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Date Posted: 01:54:34 01/16/05 Sun
Author: D'ctor - Whoth ( Romana and Adric )
Subject: Poof
In reply to: T'gan & Chuth, Kestor, Westar, Tresta 's message, ">~<" on 00:18:34 01/16/05 Sun

( D'ctor wouldn't know which weyr it was anyway, so you'd have to lead, so you should post first in the Barracks. )

D'ctor continues rubbing his chin with one deft hand, the other ushering T'gan idly towards the reddish Chuth outside. Meanwhile, Whoth lifts his head from his restful hunch, winging silently into the moon-bathed darkness. Being a small - if tall and big-winged - bronze, Whoth has little trouble maneouvering his way in soon after Chuth's taken off. D'ctor rubs the knobbly, yellow-tinted head of the dragon in a moment of wordless fondness before migrating down to the shoulder. The not-quite-elderly man swings up onto the bare, freshly oiled back of his Impressed, gloved hands expertly clutching neckridges and heels digging into livery hide and taut muscle. To an inexperienced rider, his actions would seem gruff and uncaring, but he knows every bit of Whoth like a botanist knows a flower. Follow Chuth, there, he whispers softly, and the bronze launches himself with ease, trailing the younger male.

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